User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-2246928-20150429212034/@comment-7662967-20150501215935

Azul cast a glance at the wildcat she had spoke to before, watching him with hooded eyes until he glanced her way. Their gazes only met for a second, just one, and Azul could just about feel the creature's hate.

Hate that was in no means directed to her, but to the slavers. She understood his longing for revenge, that was completely relatable on her part.

He seemed a wise beast .. not one to jump into danger unnecessarily. The vole that sat slightly in front of him had a look of false submission .. Azul could bet she'd be one to rebel at the slightest chance.

The fox looked back to her oar, the thing that seemed her only companion these days. She wondered what had transpired on decks .. it had seemed rather quiet for a few minutes .. and it was telling on her nerves. She wished something would happen .. one way or another. But such quiet made her wonder what Galdrim was up to.